Mother

A mother’s love begins Before the child is born And lasts through time And difficulties And differences And many wounds And days of joy And days of sorrow Winding, wearing Weeping, sharing Changing Until, at the end What remains Is that solid core That began as love Before the child was born. ~Anonymous

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